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Sunday, November 20, 2016
There's a thing about the Sea...
I was in grade 5 or 6 when I was asked by my teacher to memorize and recite a poem in front of the class...I think it was Mr. Miller...at Monterey School.
We called him "Killer Miller" I have no idea why!
The pressure was on as there was a short timeline, but Father had a book of poetry and he helped me choose a few and we whittled it down to this one...
because it "spoke to me."
by John Masefield,
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
How was I to know at that age that the sea would play such a large part in my life?
I spent much of my teen years cruising on the sea and met my husband as a result of boating...
We married young and raised two children and bought a boat as soon as we could...we sailed the Gulf Islands and had many adventures.
The kids are grown up and we now have a smaller boat,
a 27 foot Sea Ray Sun Dancer that I like to refer to as "the Go Fast"...
her real name is "Waterlust" named so as we have a lust for the sea.
I wonder if the call to the sea was meant to be? Did my early yearnings lead me to this chapter in my life
or was it destiny?
Do you believe in destiny?
I've always been drawn to the sea.
Especially in times of joy and many times of despair...
weeping salty tears.
I love to walk along the seafront and to go beach combing
searching for shells and beach glass.
Sea shells, white vintage ironstone, mirrors and candles...
a vignette that calms
Candles are such a simple thing
I would not be happy if I did not have some in the house.
They add such ambiance...
staring into the beach fire
or the Guy Fawkes bonfire
it stirs something deep within...
dare I say primordial?
Walking along the seafront offers up so many different views...
my mood can be altered in a matter of minutes...
Mother Natures's paintbrush is ever changing...
she can be moody
we are mere observers...
speaking of observing
I have been watching The Crown on Netflix...
such a grand production with a stellar cast
I am savouring each and every episode.
Are you watching too?
I have been knitting...
and it just so happens that I have been knitting Crowns...
Yes dear reader,
crowns for the grand children!
Ravelry pattern in the royal spirit and free...
fun might be in the household of the children as they play Queen and King.
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